From "Kiss Me Kate":
I want to fool with my baby tonight/
Break every rule with my baby tonight/
But pillow, you'll be my baby tonight/
'cause it's too darn hot.
One hundred degrees in Salt Lake City today. My ceiling fan wigs me out a little. I understand that it is supposed to move slightly as the fan spins, but it reminds me of one of those dashboard hula girls, and I keep glancing at it because usually, when something moves around that much while it's running, BAD THINGS ARE ABOUT TO HAPPEN. The lights that are integral to the fan wiggle along with it, creating a disco effect on the walls.
It's fun to stay at the Y! M! C! A!
I worked on my budget this evening with an orange Popsicle clenched in my teeth like a stogie. This worked really well until the moment when the ice got a little too soft, shattering off the stick and dropping everywhere, getting sticky orange stuff on my hanging file folders. I lick it off. I am enamored of my new hanging file folders. They are multi-colored, with matching tabs. I stick a red tab on a red folder with some satisfaction, then think to myself, "Live a little!" I put a blue tab on the next red folder. Yeah, I know. Don't expect too much daring-do from me: it's too darn hot.